Chapter 19
SERANA
I had always thought it was a little odd to have so many family members living in one neighborhood, with Roscoe’s brothers and sisters each only a few blocks away.
Now, I appreciated their close quarters because it meant we were parking in front of his house within minutes rather than driving across town.
That accomplished two things: it got me where I wanted to be, and it didn’t give me time to get nervous. As much as this seemed like a planned event - finally being able to hold Roscoe close and love him like I’d wanted to for months - it still felt impromptu and exciting.
As soon as we parked, I opened my door and hopped out.
I smiled to myself when I saw Roscoe jogging around the truck to get to me.
He was just as eager as I was to be alone.
I knew he’d been dreaming of this day just as much as I had.
Instead of leading me to the door, he pressed me against the side of his truck and leaned down to take my lips in a fiery kiss that curled my toes and had me clutching the back of his shirt.
When he pulled away to look down at me he said, “I’ve been dying to do that for so long, I don’t think I can stop myself from kissing you long enough to get into the house.”
“I’m not one for exhibitionism, but if you don’t unlock that door and let me in, I’m going to get both of us naked right here in your driveway and give the neighbors a show.”
Roscoe laughed before he gave me another kiss - this one just as hot but not nearly long enough.
He pulled away, took my hand, and led me up the sidewalk to the front door.
Once we were inside, he didn’t hesitate and headed straight up the stairs to his bedroom.
Butterflies took flight in my stomach as I followed close behind.
I had never been upstairs in his home before, but I didn’t take the time to look around because I was laser-focused on him.
Inside his bedroom, I had a quick second to take in my surroundings before I reached for him and pulled him close. We stood there, locked together in a blindingly hot kiss, until I finally pulled away and smiled up at him.
“This feels like a dream,” I admitted.
“If it is, try really hard not to wake up until after I’ve seen you naked. If that happens, it will be my nightmare,” Roscoe said as he reached for the hem of my shirt. I lifted my arms so he could pull it off and smiled as I watched him study my breasts as if they were a work of art.
When he finally cupped them in his hands, I shivered at the feel of his thumbs brushing over my nipples.
It wasn’t enough. I needed to feel his skin on mine, so I reached behind me, unhooked my bra, and let it fall.
Roscoe moved his hands just long enough to let the lace slide to the floor between us.
He reached for me again, showering kisses down my sternum before nipping at the skin beneath my left breast while his thumb and finger gently squeezed my nipple.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” he murmured as he kissed his way across my chest to give my right breast the same treatment.
My hands went to the back of his head and threaded through his short blond hair before I tugged on the back of his shirt.
He stood abruptly and pulled it over his head, tossing it away as he stepped out of his running shoes while I did the same.
Suddenly, my back was against the cold plaster, and Roscoe was pulling my leggings down over my thighs. He took my panties with them, lifting my feet to help me step out of them as he pulled off my socks, leaving me naked as he knelt on the floor.
With heat blazing in his eyes, he put one hand on my belly to press me against the wall while the other pulled up my left leg and draped it over his shoulder.
He gave me a wicked smile before the tip of his tongue flicked against my clit.
There was a loud thump when my head fell back and hit the wall.
The pressure of Roscoe’s hand on my abdomen increased as he slowly slid two fingers inside me.
I gasped when he made a “come hither” motion at the same time he pressed his tongue hard against me.
He did it again, this time at a slightly different angle.
Suddenly, it felt like there was a live wire inside me.
I exploded in the most mind-blowing orgasm I’d ever experienced.
“What the fuck?” I yelled as it kept going on and on.
Roscoe’s tongue was as relentless as his fingers.
I felt moisture on my thighs as he pressed again.
I grabbed his hair and held on as he worked a kind of magic I’d only ever read about.
Soon, it became almost too much for me to take.
My begging for him to never stop turned into pleas for him to slow down.
He instantly followed my direction and stilled his fingers as his tongue kept working. I tried to catch my breath as the aftershocks made my entire body shake. I realized I was chanting his name when I felt his lips vibrate with his laughter, which caused me to peak one more time.
I held his head against me, riding his tongue and his fingers until I was almost too weak to stand. Roscoe must have sensed that I was about to fall, because he slowly slid his fingers out of my pussy before he kissed my abdomen right below my belly button and then stood up.
I sagged against him. When he laughed again, I muttered, “Shut up! I’ll figure out how to do that same thing to you somehow, and then we’ll see who’s laughing.”
“I welcome the challenge.” Roscoe wrapped his arms around me and walked us toward his bed. Once I was sitting on the edge, I reached out and put my hands in the waistband of his running pants, pulling him closer.
I kissed along his abdomen, loving how lithe his runner’s body felt against my lips. I pushed his pants down over his hips and leaned back so I could see the package I’d been dreaming about.
“Thank you, Santa Claus.”
“What?” Roscoe sputtered as my cold hand wrapped around his thick length.
“Naughty list, remember?”
I leaned forward and licked the head of his cock. When I opened wide to take him into my mouth, his reply was a garbled mess. I didn’t try very hard to understand since I was busy working my head up and down with the mission of making him feel at least half as sated and sexy as he had made me feel.
When his fingers threaded through the hair on the sides of my head, I hummed with pleasure, making him gasp and choke out my name. I took him as deep as possible, glad that his length wasn’t nearly as impressive as the girth. I wasn’t sure my poor body could handle both at once.
“Gotta stop. Gotta stop. Oh, yeah, just like . . . Don’t stop,” Roscoe chanted, going back and forth with his pleas until I couldn’t help but laugh.
The laugh was the last straw for Roscoe.
He let go of my hair and pushed me back on the bed.
As he surged forward, he lifted my leg to rest in the crook of his elbow and guided his cock into me with his other hand.
The stretch of feeling him go so deep on the first stroke made me gasp, but he somehow understood that was a welcome feeling.
He pressed deep inside me and held himself there, kissing me while my body adjusted to the intrusion.
I tilted my hips to take more of him, and he took the hint and started moving, resting his weight on the hand he’d planted on the bed as he used the leverage of his feet on the floor to lift my body and go even deeper.
With a grunt, he bottomed out inside me.
I gasped when he yanked his hips back and did it again.
Months of pent up sexual frustration - all the times I’d watched him and wondered what it would feel to have his body pressing mine into the mattress, all the times I’d imagined straddling him on the couch and blocking his view of the TV, begging him to fuck me right then and there - finally found their release.
We were a tangle of bodies, grunts, moans, and gasps, until he pushed himself up to stand again and slid his other arm underneath my free leg.
With my hips off the bed, I was at the perfect height for Roscoe to thrust deep over and over.
I quickly followed his instruction when he ordered, “Touch yourself, Serana. Let me watch you come again.”
I strummed my clit faster than I ever had, enjoying the burn and stretch as he plowed into me.
Before long, I could feel myself tightening around him with my impending orgasm.
He must’ve felt it, too, because he groaned when the first flutters started, then let out a loud roar as his entire body shuddered and his cock pulsed inside me.
Roscoe fell forward and planted his hand on the bed by my shoulder before he slid his other arm around my waist and lifted me up. We were still connected when he put his knee on the bed and turned us so that my head landed on the pillow and his body covered mine.
“If I was a good man, I’d clean you up and then hold you while you go to sleep,” he murmured, “but I’m not nearly done with you yet.”
“You’re a good man in every other way, but in this instance, I want you to be bad. Very, very bad.”
As Roscoe rolled over to his back and pulled me with him, he grinned and said, “In that case, we’ve got all night to be bad. Who needs sleep when you can just live on love?”
“I have a question,” I said, pushing myself up to straddle his hips.
“What’s that, sweetheart?” Roscoe asked as he rested his hand on my thighs and bent his legs to prop me up as I leaned back. I forgot what I was going to ask when his thumb stretched over and covered my clit. Roscoe laughed at my gasp. “What were you going to say?”
I braced myself against his legs and started rotating my hips. It was his turn to gasp as I asked, “Why are you still talking? You’ve got work to do.”
Roscoe chuckled. “Your wish is my command.”
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“How am I doing on time?” my boss, Janis, asked.